Class had finally come to an end. The professor closed his book, and the sound of chairs scraping across the floor echoed throughout the room as students began to rise from their seats.
But Alaric remained frozen in place, his gaze locked on the exam paper in front of him, faintly marked with his handwriting. It felt less like a test and more like a piece of a puzzle he needed to solve amidst the chaos surrounding him.
His thoughts returned to the system that had just been activated—temporary memory erasure. It sounded like a solution, but only for a limited time. Once the effects wore off and he still hadn't found proof to counter the accusations, everything would come crashing back down on him even harder.
He could already picture the hostile stares and twisted expressions of his classmates, the whispered rumors in the hallways, and possibly even more severe sanctions from the university.
